I could have wiggled my hips to Wii Fit's imaginary hula hoops.
I could have even sat on the couch munching potato chips and root beer all weekend.
Nope. I got a burr up my butt and decided I had to spend the weekend painting the living room walls.
Of course, the first step would be moving the huge bookcases out of the room.
It literally took all frickin' night on Friday just to move one of them (which found a new home in my office). Saturday morning, I tackled the other bookcase, then moved all the furniture to the foyer and dining room.
Once I got started painting, though...
Oh, it was heaven.
I listened to Diana Gabaldon's The Fiery Cross on audiobook while Mom and I transformed the room from a mismatched, unorganized eyesore to a gorgeous room, thanks to $25 of paint. The room started off as pale robin's egg blue and is now a deep grayish teal. I discovered that the flash on the camera seemed to distort the color in some of the pictures.
Knowing that I was gonna get my butt kicked by Andi if I didn't blog about this, you'd think that I would have the foresight to take "before" pictures, but alas, my mind can only concentrate on one thing at a time. Where's the Ritalin when you need it?
So, here's the "after." Feel free to "ooh" and "ahhh" to your heart's content.
This first picture is about the most realistic one as far as what color and hue the walls look like now. The other pictures are all either too blue or too light.
This is my beloved "Stephen King bookcase." It represents years of terror and night sweats and so many goosebump-riddled memories.
The dining room is probably next on our painting to-do list. It's walls are the same baby blue that the living room used to have.
The couch has become Harmony's and Melody's new favorite spot to be. There's already a lovely patch of Harmony fur on the upper corner of the couch.
Speak of the devil, there she is!
OK, so I'm dead tired and now I still have to finish a LONG file for Dr. M. AND I ran out of vanilla syrup for my coffee. Drat.